Chapter 141: The Head of Baron Livin!

Next, the nobles naturally did not delay, following behind Brick and Farrio toward the village entrance.

As they walked, watching Gervas's calm and composed expression, the lesser nobles grew uneasy.

Though none believed Gervas's claim was true, he was far too composed!

"Do you think Baron Gervas has some ulterior motive? Could he have lost his mind?" one noble whispered, subtly pointing to his own head.

"Possible. But I think he might've killed two hundred serfs and passed them off as enemies…"

Amid murmurs, the group finally reached the entrance of Heibei Village.

"Commander Brick, those are the heads I brought back!"

Gervas pointed to the cart guarded by Migen and the others.

Farrio had also intended to step closer for a look.

But then came a rustling sound.

As Migen and the others pulled back the ox-hide tarp covering the cart, the bloody scene before them made Farrio halt in place.

Brick, however, was a commander who had seen blood before—he didn't even frown, walking straight up to the cart.

"It's real!"

Brick had previously found it unbelievable, his mind swirling with countless thoughts.

But with enemy heads laid out before him, he could no longer deny that Gervas's claim was true.

"But Baron Gervas, how did you manage this?"

"Pure luck. In the surprise attack, those savages panicked immediately."

"While they were disoriented, my men wiped them all out!" Gervas said coolly.

Brick: "..."

Watching Gervas's earnest expression, Brick felt the man was lying—but he had no proof.

And yet, such a dazzling achievement—

Any noble would boast about it endlessly!

Could Baron Gervas really be lying to them?

"Baron Gervas killed two hundred western savages?"

"Seems so?! Look at Commander Brick's face—it must be confirmed, right? This is unbelievable!"

The surrounding nobles stood too far to see the heads clearly, but from Gervas and Brick's exchange, they sensed the truth.

Now, all were stunned.

"This can't be real!"

Farrio's face turned pale; he no longer cared about the stench, rushing toward the cart while covering his nose and mouth with a silk handkerchief.

Clearly, he suspected Brick had been bribed by Gervas.

But when he reached the cart, Farrio's pupils shrank.

"This… this can't be!"

Seeing why Farrio had approached, Brick, to avoid getting entangled in trouble, turned to the crowd: "Come all and take a look—let's confirm Baron Gervas's battlefield results."

Then, the other lesser nobles stepped forward one by one.

And when they saw the heads on the cart, their final lingering doubts vanished.

Because the difference between ordinary Kingdom folk and western savages was unmistakable.

Western savages, living in the wilds, were slightly more muscular and had darker skin than Kingdom people.

Most importantly, they worshipped totems and tattooed their faces.

Thus, tattoos and skin tone were the clearest markers of a savage.

"Wait—could these be slaves with tattoos pre-applied?"

"You all know the fighting strength of western savages. Could Gervas's four hundred men really annihilate two hundred of them?"

At that moment, Farrio's eyes flickered, and he suddenly spoke up.

The surrounding nobles froze, then lowered their heads in silence.

Clearly, Farrio was picking a fight.

Because the tattoos on these savages clearly showed signs of age.

And hadn't the heads they collected in Heibei Village looked exactly like this?

But no one dared voice such words.

Gervas looked at Farrio, his eyes now cold.

Farrio's level of shamelessness had just shattered Gervas's understanding of decency.

"Baron Farrio, you say the heads could be faked—what about these weapons, and this bone flag?"

"Could I have faked all of these too?"

Gervas no longer bothered with politeness.

Migen and the others pulled back the tarp on the second cart, revealing all the spoils of war.

Gervas had prepared for this—he had brought back every single item, even worthless stone hammers and wooden spiked clubs.

"A bone flag? Wait… the head on the flag… could it be…" Brick's gaze suddenly locked onto the flag.

Especially when he saw the bloody head atop it, his face changed drastically as he stepped forward.

After closely examining it, Commander Brick trembled as he spoke: "This is Baron Livin!"

"What?" The surrounding lesser nobles stared in shock.

They had heard of Baron Livin's fate on the way.

The nobles were deeply shocked by the news that he had been killed and his head used as a banner.

For in Kingdom wars between nobles, captured nobles were rarely executed.

If a family paid the ransom, the noble would be safely returned.

After all, who hadn't suffered defeat at some point?

Thus, nobles generally showed restraint—unless there was deep, personal hatred.

But the savages were different: any noble captured by them was almost always killed.

And reportedly, Baron Livin's head had been severed and mounted on their banner!

"Baron Gervas, do you know which tribe these savages belonged to?"

"If I recall correctly, they called themselves warriors of the Black Tiger Tribe," Gervas said.

"The Black Tiger Tribe! Yes, it was them—a week ago, Black Tiger Tribe savages led other tribes to storm Baron Livin's fortress…"

"So, the men Baron Gervas killed are very likely the very ones who murdered Baron Livin!"

With Brick's solemn words, Gervas's achievement was now irrefutable.

Even if Farrio tried to manipulate the situation using his influence, it would be impossible.

First, Brick's public acknowledgment had already settled the matter.

Second, the Black Tiger Tribe's bone flag and Baron Livin's head were undeniable proof.

Avenging Baron Livin concerned the honor of the entire campaign; the army would surely send this intelligence to the capital.

Thus, this was far beyond what Farrio could cover up.

Afterwards, Brick personally oversaw the tallying of battle results.

He also planned to dispatch a elite cavalry unit to deliver the news and Baron Livin's head to Lei Dun Fortress that very night.

"Baron Gervas, your battle merits have been recorded. The full account of the Black Mountain Campaign is written here—please confirm its accuracy."

Gervas took the parchment scroll destined for Lei Dun Fortress, studied it briefly, and was slightly surprised.

It wasn't because the record was wrong—it was because Commander Brick had not mentioned even a single word about his own or Farrio's contributions.

The report contained only Gervas's own account—every single merit credited entirely to the Storm Squad.